Let's settle this like men!

ooc: gonna leave out the table to make it clear to read :)

The Azat seemed delighted with his enthusiasm and progress, making the youth beam a proud grin. However, it wasn't all gloating; he had to show and prove these skills to the leader himself. The thought made him nervously gulp, though he wouldn't let any of those anxious emotions be reflected upon his features. Fight the leader? But he was...the leader! Allen was much older, wiser and more experienced without a doubt, so how would he be able to win? Fool! he silently hissed to himself. Of course you're not going to win - that's the whole point. Make him believe that you have potential. And so, their one-on-one training commenced, fortunately earlier than he had expected.

Remembering what Bass had once told him, defending himself was apparently his weaker area. Although most of the time he was too eager to start the fight that his defences flew out the window, for this fight he was sparring the Azat, which meant everything had to be perfect and above his usual standards. Heck, he was probably being assessed on this, and so he couldn't afford making an embarrassing mistake. Spreading his legs apart, bending them at the joint and tightening his abdominal muscles, his claws dug into the soil whilst his toes splayed out upon the ground. Rolling his shoulders forward, raising his hackles and lowering his head to align with his straightened ebony-dipped tail, he narrowed his green gaze and pinned his ears to his chestnut skull. Oh, he was ready.

It almost frustrated him that they faced each other directly, meaning he had lost the important element of surprise. With little time to devise a different yet complex plan, charcoal paws propelled his lanky body forward as he approached head-on with lengthy strides, attempting to close the distance between them. When he was a foot away from the older male, he would brake with his extended left forefoot, bringing his run to a sudden halt whilst leaning to his (Tinaro's) left. He would do this in the hopes of catching his opponent off-guard and distracting him whilst he attacked, hopefully surprising the older male. In a swift movement, the yearling leaned forward towards his right, jutting out the bony front of his right shoulder and seeking to drive it in the area where the leader's neck was joined to his left shoulder, slightly above the chest, hoping for the attack's outcome to be a bruise. In preparation to his next attack, his jaws tilted slightly to his (Tinaro's) left before parting and lunging out in an attempt to grip the Azat's scruff, though at a moderate force.

Tinaro vs Allen for SPAR
Round one of two (if that's alright with you)